WHO CONTROLS THE SYMMETRY?
Everything seems fragmented in mathematical logic
Yet questions rests in the mysticism of the flickering noise
Silence's seal envelops its lineage
which we trace in every molecule and atom
In tree trunks, the annual rings' circular paths
rhythmically characterized by cosmos' axiom
The spin of subnuclear particles, like taken from a paradise
Is the harmonic motion a higher power's proof of existence?
From the sky' pole to the world's equator
Is everything bound by a universal code
Symmetrical courses through Milky Ways
linked along a mutual thread
Chorus:
Who controls the symmetry?
What creates the sidereal alchemy
Who controls the symmetry?
Who is the mysterious architect in the periphery?
And grains of sand are packed in miles long walls,
servants in a extended symbiosis
Harmony is the word that constantly lurks
in the constant metamorphosis of the powers
Mysterious is the gravitation between celestial bodies,
is it arranged by extra-galactic magic?
The image of its origin in billions of drops
Which constantly changes their energy
Chorus:
Who controls the symmetry?
What creates the sidereal alchemy
Who controls the symmetry?
Who is the mysterious architect in the periphery?
THE MYSTERIOUS ALPHABET OF THE UNIVERSE
Like a living being in harmonizing dynamics,
Animated in the laws of the great numbers
A monodical composer of music of spheres
Since the creation-inebriated days of the beginning
Its language is the foundation of burning novas
And my heart's symphonic chorus
The sacrifical gifts of exploding stars,
Which seems to recreate secretive toruses
Chorus:
In the comets' tails
Is its structure,
A faithful constancy
Like houseglasses and sundials.
Perplexing numbers
Builds our world-unit
In every fractal,
The mysterious alphabet of the universe
I walk adventurous in Lindemanns' trains of thoughts,
Pi has opened a gate slightly
Formerly we were tamed as algebra's prisoners,
Now we seek the key with new instruments
The enigmatic power along the ocean of time
Which annoyingly has tested the courage
I watch the dazzling caravan of suns
With Arcturus trembling in the blood
Chorus:
In the comets' tails
Is its structure,
A faithful constancy
Like houseglasses and sundials.
Perplexing numbers
Builds our world-unit
In every fractal,
The mysterious alphabet of the universe
Lightwaves carried through the darkness' arena
Controlled by the approximate numbers of circles' radiuses
The unsolved mystery makes the thoughts rush
When we find yet another decimal
Subdued under the majesty of exploration
Lost in the gap of Archimedes' square roots
Imprisoned in the complicated web of formulas
Driven towards the verge of madness
THE MIRROR SPHERE
Encircled by star armies' circling fields,
An expanding reflector from all cardinal points
Like a fable dream which has fused
and is shown by a supersensual projector
There a dazzling evening sun stands bled out,
With irreversible rays from nature's flow
My reflection is born in the sides of the sphere,
Is this where I shall find my fate?
Chorus:
Enraptured by its hypnotic complexity
in an all-embracing universality,
more imaginative than the tale's poet
Imagery sprung from the essence of the soul
Breaks the boundary of every thought,
A globe beyond the universe's quintessence
It's surface is clad in stardust
which stares with a thousand eyes
Straight into the hidden lofts of the mind,
I wander endlessly in a world of fog
A call of a thousand years rests in this haze
Choked by a vacuum's strict charisma
Which greedily encloses and holds together
The sparkling prism of the silvery glass globe
I behold through this window
The eternal conflict between darkness and light
In spheric abbreviation's distorted patterns
they wind together in a glowing layer
Imagery sprung from the essence of the soul
Breaks the boundary of every thought,
A globe beyond the universe's quintessence
It's surface in clad in stardust
which stares with a thousand eyes
Straight into the hidden lofts of the mind,
I wander endlessly in a fog-world
Chorus:
Enraptured by its hypnotic complexity
in an all-embracing universality,
more imaginative than the tale's poet
Imagery sprung from the essence of the soul
Breaks the boundary of every thought,
A globe beyond the universe's quintessence
(didn't find any tupbs up but..)
